Текст песни Guitar Man, Elvis Presley
She likes it hot
she likes a tan
she steals my infra fed when I m gone
oh no can it be
we re heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
a trace of rust
she s in love with a MKII deluxe
oh no can it be we re heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like it s been boiled
she browns herself in a sea of olive oil
and I come around and she s relaxing
in the conservatory